A/N: I always wanted Tseng and Elena together, so I decided to make my wish come true. Just a oneshot, unless there is a demand for more.

Disclaimer: I don't own FF-VII or Excedrin Migraine. I do own StarGils because it is fictional! MINE! YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!!! BWAH HA HA HA!!!

Tseng rubbed his temples slowly, trying to ease back the ever present headache that plagued him while he was at work. Reno had begun referring to it as the ShinRa Migraine, mocking his pain. Tseng shook his head and opened his desk drawer, looking for an aspirin when a soft knock reverberated through his skull.

"Come in," he called, still rumaging through the drawer.

The door opened and he was instantly hit with the aroma of a dark roasted blend of coffee, laced with amaretto cream. He looked up and saw Elena walking to his desk wearing a slight smile and holding a cup from StarGils in one hand...and a blessed bottle of Excedrin Migraine in the other.

"Reno said the ShinRa Migraine was back," she said, setting the items on his desk. "Hope this helps."

Tseng looked up at her with absolute reverence on his face. "Elena, I don't know how to thank you..." he began.

She shrugged and patted his shoulder. "You just did," she said as she made her way to the door. "Feel better."

"Elena," he called to her. She stopped and turned around, an elegant eyebrow arched in question. "Would you be so kind as to turn off the light and lock my door when you leave?" he asked. "The light isn't helping and..."

"You want to keep a certain annoying redhead out?" she offered with a smile. He nodded and returned the smile. "I'll tell everyone you're...performing some recon across town."

"Thank you, Elena," Tseng said sincerely. She nodded and flicked off the light, turning the lock and pulling the door closed behind her. Tseng sighed in relief as he switched his monitor off and the blackness engulfed him. He opened the bottle of pills and popped two in his mouth, chasing them down with a healthy drink from the coffee. He smiled in contentment as he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on his desk.

In a matter of minutes, he was sound asleep.

Hours later, a soft knock sounded at his door. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he rose to his feet and walked the length of his office to the door. Elena stepped through when he opened it.

"Everyone still thinks you're out of the office," she explained, closing the door softly and locking it. She turned to him and smiled. "Headache better?"

Tseng nodded sleepily. "Much, thank you," he replied as he lowered himself to his couch. Elena sat beside him, her legs drawn up underneath her body as she turned to study him. "I still don't know how to thank you."

She smiled warmly and leaned forward. "You'll think of...something," she whispered, her breath fanning across his face.

Tseng turned to face her and grinned. "Perhaps I will," he said, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her lips to his firmly. Elena let out a moan that was so full of need, it was almost his undoing. He pulled her into his lap, so that she was straddling him, his hands going to the zipper of her jacket and easing it down. Discarding that item to the floor, he turned to the Windsor knot of her silk tie, making quick work of that.

"Damn uniforms have too many layers," he grunted, nipping lightly at her neck as he quickly unbuttoned her pristine white shirt.

Elena gasped as his hands cupped her breasts then moved to her back where he quickly and skillfully unclasped her bra, removing the garment off her shoulders and adding it to the pile of her discarded uniform.

Tseng let his eyes as well as his hands roam over her torso. He looked up at her, his eyes dancing with desire. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are to me?" he murmured, brushing her cheek with feathersoft touches from calloused fingertips.

"No," she whispered, breathless with need.

"Pity," he commented, running those same tortuous fingers along her collarbone and down the valley between her breasts. "I suppose I'll have to show you then."

Before she could reply, his lips were pressed firmly to hers, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. She obliged, eagerly, hungrily, exploring his mouth with the same ferocious need as he was exploring hers.

Tseng lay her back against the couch, his lips never leaving hers as he quickly removed her pants and shoes, leaving her in naught but a scrap of black lace that couldn't possibly be worthy of the name panties.

Elena was working on removing his clothes as well. He had removed his jacket and tie earlier and had unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. That was added to the pile on the floor. Tseng kicked off his shoes and socks as Elena unfastened his pants, pushing them and his boxers down his hips.

"Tseng, if you only knew how long I've wanted this," she whispered, biting down on his earlobe.

Tseng hissed in pain, but didn't want her to stop. "You never told me," he reprimanded. "Had you done so, I would have done this a long time ago."

He slid her panties off her hips and dropped them to the floor with a flourish. He kissed her fiercely, his body pressing into hers, marveling at how well they fit together. "I've wanted you a long time, Elena."

Elena closed her eyes, her mouth hanging opened as she panted. Tseng trailed his tongue down to her breasts, teasing her nipples until they became hard rosey nubs. Continuing down her body, he paused at her stomach, nipping lightly at the smooth skin just below her navel. She gasped and he nipped again, eliciting a moan this time. Pleased, he continued moving down, opening her legs wider and breathing in her very essence.

"So beautiful," he murmured, lowering his head to kiss her intimately. Elena arched her back and buried her fingers into his thick, black hair, moaning wantonly. Tseng continued his assault on her sensitive flesh, his finger sliding into her as his tongue and lips flicked and sucked her to a writhing frenzy. Her breathing became frenzied, her hips bucking violently against him. He added a second finger, thrusting into her, matching the rhythm of his mouth.

"Tseng!" she cried out as she reached her climax, her muscles contracting around his fingers as he slowed their motion. She trembled at the intenisty of her orgasm, her eyes closed in pure bliss.

Tseng slid back up her body, bringing his fingers into his mouth to taste of her fully. He kissed her deeply, passionately. He brushed the side of her face in a tender caress.

"Tseng," she whispered, draping her arms around her neck. "I need you. Take me...now."

His tongue thrust into her mouth again as he positioned himself at her entrance. Slowly, he begain to ease into her, feeling the moist heat that would surround him...

And then he woke up.

He leaned forward in his chair, his feet dropping to the floor. His pants were uncomfortably constricting.

A dream. It was just a dream. Just a really...good...dream.

"All right," he said, his breathing slightly labored. "Just don't think about the dream. Think of...paperwork! Yes, I still have a ton of paperwork to do."

Images of the paperwork flying across the room as he swept it off the desk with a brush of his arm filled his mind. Followed by Elena being draped, naked across the rich mahogony.

"Paperwork not helping," he said, rising to his feet and looking down at the front of his pants. "Damn. All right then. Cold! Think about cold! Ice cubes are cold."

A scene where Elena lay sprawled out underneath him entered his mind. He took an ice cube, smiling wickedly as he trailed it down her throat, across her shoulders, over her breasts, perking each nipple instantly.

"Ice cubes not helping," he murmured, shocked to find that he was once again sitting in this chair, stroking himself through his pants.

Before it even registered in his head what he was doing, the button of his pants was flicked open, the zipper pulled down. His hand reached into his boxers and gripped his erection firmly. He stiffled a groan as his eyes slid shut and he began to stroke up and down his length. Each stroke brought another image of him and Elena together. One he particularly enjoyed was the two of them in his shower, the hot steam filling the air, beads of water dripping down her body as he took her against the tile wall.

He ran his hand over the tip of his shaft, spreading the precum over his length like a lubricant. Tseng's mind was filled of images of how he imagined Elena would look in various states of erotic bliss. Breasts jutting forward as she arched her back, head thrown back as she screamed out his name in ecstacy, breath coming in pants as she rode him hard.

His hand sped up, his fingers tightening his hold as he felt the knot in his stomach uncoil and burst forth into his hands. "Elena!" he cried out as he came hard, breathing heavy and strained. He threw his head back against the back of his chair, sated for the time being. The fantasy had been fine. But he wanted the real thing.

Cleaning himself off with some tissues, he reached for his phone and dialed her extension.

"Elena here."

"May I take you out to dinner tonight?" he asked.

Nothing.

Tseng leaned forward and spoke again. "Elena?"

"Reno? Is this a joke?"

He chuckled. "No, this is not Reno," he answered. "This is Tseng. May I take you out to dinner tonight?"

"...sure. I'd like that."

"Great," he replied. "I'll pick you up at your place at seven then."

"Sounds great," she said sweetly. "I'm assuming the ShinRa Migraine is gone?"

Tseng thought for a moment. Absolutely no pain whatsoever. "Completely gone," he said with a smile. "Thank you."

"Glad I could help," she said cheerfully.

Tseng laughed softly. "You have no idea."

A/N: Reviews are welcomed always. Like I said earlier, this is a oneshot, but I could make it go further if I get enough persuasion cough requests cough. Otherwise, yay smut! How I love thee!